Kitsune paused mid-step, his gaze shifting to Dan. His expression remained composed, but I could sense an undercurrent of curiosity in his eyes.
"Dan," Kitsune greeted, his tone even. "I wasn't expecting to see you here. What can I do for you?"
Dan scowled. “It's about the murder that happened last night,” he said. “I've been hearing whispers, and I can't ignore the potential impact it might have on our tourism."
Kitsune leaned against his desk, his arms crossed. “I understand your concerns, Dan,” he said. “But I haven’t determined if I’m going to take the case."
Dan's frustration was palpable. “What?” he demanded. “I order you to take it. We can't afford for this to drag on. We need answers quickly, before rumors start spreading and tourists begin to reconsider coming here. If this festival doesn’t go accordingly, I'm going to fire Henderson and every damn person on that board. I don’t care what their last name is.”
Kitsune's expression remained thoughtful, as if he was weighing the gravity of the situation. "I assure you, Dan, the police department and the chief herself are dedicated to finding the truth and bringing the responsible party to justice."
Dan's gaze was unwavering. “Bah.” He waved them away. “That does little to reassure me. I need to know you’ll look into this. You’re the best detective in Cherry Blossom Bay.”
Kitsune's lips curved into a faint smile, though it didn’t look like it was tinged with pride by any means. “I appreciate your concern for the town and its well-being,” he said. “Rest assured, we share the same goal—bringing closure to this case as soon as possible."
Dan seemed to find a measure of reassurance in Kitsune's response, although his worry was far from quelled. “So, you’ll take the cae?” he asked. “You know what’s at risk here. After what happened to Sarutobi, we can’t risk becoming known for murder, especially with the cherry blossoms starting to bloom.”
Kitsune's gaze was steady. “I understand the stakes, Dan,” he said.
Dan glared. "And yet, you won’t obey my command and just take the case?"
Kitsune's attention shifted to me briefly before returning to Dan. “We'll keep you informed of any progress,” he said. “Thank you for bringing this to my attention."
“That answers nothing,” he snapped.
“That’s all I can offer.”
Dan looked like he wanted to say more, but Kitsune continued to have his hands in his pockets, his eyes hooded and lazy. He grunted again and stormed out of the office, slamming the door behind him.
A sense of unease lingered in the air. As Kitsune continued to lean against his desk, his expression thoughtful, I couldn't help but feel a growing urgency to resolve this. The weight of responsibility pressed on my shoulders, and I knew I had to ask the question that had been on my mind.
"Kitsune," I began tentatively, "are you going to take on this case?"
He turned his gaze toward me, his eyes meeting mine. There was a calm determination in his gaze, a resoluteness that hinted at his decision.
"Mah, Rose, not you too," he replied before sighing. "But yes, I have."
Relief washed over me, followed by a surge of determination. With Kitsune on the case, I knew we stood a better chance of unraveling the truth that whispered in the shadows of our town.
"Why not just say that to Mr. Baron?" I asked, curiosity getting the better of me.
A faint smile tugged at the corner of Kitsune's lips. “Dan and I have never seen eye to eye,” he said. “He's always been more concerned about appearances and politics than actual justice. I wanted to remind him that my commitment to this case isn't swayed by personal opinions or orders."
I nodded in understanding, sensing that there was a history between Kitsune and Dan that went beyond this current situation. The dynamics in the small town were more complex than they appeared on the surface.
Should I tell Kitsune about George's connection to the victim? It had been nagging at me ever since I saw them arguing that night. But what if it was just a coincidence? I didn't want to jump to conclusions or point fingers without concrete evidence.
On the other hand, if I kept this information to myself, I might be missing a crucial piece of the puzzle. Kitsune was a seasoned detective, and his insights could help connect the dots in ways I couldn't anticipate.
The minutes ticked by; the air growing heavy with a mixture of tension and anticipation. I sat on the edge of my chair, my fingers tapping restlessly against my thigh. My mind was a whirlwind of thoughts, each one more urgent than the last.
As I wrestled with my internal debate, Kitsune's voice cut through my thoughts. "You’ve been unusually quiet. Is something bothering you?"
I glanced up to find his gaze fixed on me, his expression curious. My heart raced, and I felt a lump form in my throat. How could I explain the turmoil inside me without revealing too much?
"Just... just thinking about the case," I replied, my voice coming out a bit more breathless than I intended.
Kitsune's brow furrowed slightly, his keen eyes studying me. "Is there something specific on your mind?" he asked.
I swallowed hard, trying to find the right words. "Well, there's something I saw that... I'm not sure if it's relevant, but I can't shake the feeling that it might be," I said slowly.
Kitsune leaned forward, his attention fully focused on me. "What did you see?”
I hesitated, the weight of my internal conflict making it difficult to form coherent sentences. "The night of the murder, I saw George arguing with the victim,” I said. “They were arguing about him not happy she was here, not wanting to help her? I don’t know. But it stuck with me.”
Kitsune's expression remained neutral, his gaze unwavering. “Hmm.” A beat. “You think their argument might be connected to the case?"
I nodded, my fingers fidgeting nervously in my lap. “I can't help but wonder if it's relevant,” I said. “Maybe it's just a coincidence, but I thought you should know."
Kitsune's thoughtful expression softened. “It's important to consider all possibilities, and George has never been good at being honest,” he said. “Especially not when it comes to his sister.”
"George's sister?" I repeated, my voice barely a whisper.
“Yes.” Kitsune nodded, his gaze steady on mine. “Apparently, they had a complicated relationship. They hadn't spoken in years because of a falling-out."
My mind raced between George's past and the victim's identity. It was a revelation that added a layer of complexity to the case, one that I hadn't even considered.
“You went to high school with George,” I said. “Did…did you know her?”
Kitsune pursed his lips, shaking his head. “She was a freshman when we were seniors,” he said. “And George always kept that stuff private.”
“What, family stuff?”
Kitsune nodded.
"But…when we discovered the body, why didn't George mention this to Agatha?" I asked, my thoughts tumbling over each other. “I don’t know if Agatha knew who she was to George and George…” I bit my bottom lip, trying to find the words that would help me explain what I saw. “He reacted but then…he didn’t. I only saw it because I noticed them arguing earlier.”
“Do you remember what they were arguing about?” he asked.
“Like I said.” I crossed my arms over my chest. “She was here for some reason. He didn’t want her to be. He didn’t want to keep helping her. That sort of thing.”
Kitsune nodded. “I’m almost positive she was here for the festival,” he said.
“Festival?” Oh, right. Agatha mentioned it earlier.
“The Spring Art Festival,” he said. “It’s a pretty big deal. Artists have stands that line the shore. They can sell art. It’s good for the economy and it kicks off tourist season.”
That made sense why Baron was so involved.
“That still doesn’t explain why George wouldn’t at least mention it to Sunny,” I said.
Kitsune's expression grew more somber. "He didn't want his personal connection to the victim to affect the investigation. He thought it would cloud his judgment."
I sat back in my chair, the weight of the revelation sinking in. The victim was someone connected to someone Kitsune had worked with, and the implications were far-reaching.
"Does this change things for us?" I asked, my voice tinged with uncertainty.
Kitsune sighed, his gaze thoughtful as he moved to the only window in his office. "It certainly adds a layer of complexity, but our approach remains the same,” he said. “We need to uncover the truth, regardless of personal connections."
“What do we do first?” I asked.
Kitsune turned from the window, his gaze meeting mine. His expression was thoughtful, a testament to the wheels turning in his mind as he considered the question.
"It's easy to get lost in the details," he agreed. "But we need to find a thread, a point of connection that could lead us to the truth."
I leaned forward, eager to hear his thoughts. "So, what's our starting point? Where do we begin?"
“I think we should start by looking into the records department at the town hall,” he said. “We know Victoria was an artist, and our current assumption is that she was here for the Spring Art Festival. If we can find any information about her attendance, it could give us a clue about her presence in Cherry Blossom Bay."
I nodded, the idea taking root in my mind.
"We can check if there's any documentation of her participation in the festival," I said.
Kitsune's lips curved into a faint smile. “Exactly.” He tilted his head in my direction. “Sometimes, the key to unraveling a mystery lies in the seemingly mundane. We'll follow the trail of evidence, no matter where it leads us."
Kitsune's smile grew, and he reached for his coat.
“Did you clean your car?” I asked, standing up.
“What do you mean, clean?” he asked as he slid his arms through the sleeves. “It’s organized.”
“It’s full of receipts, old fast food wrappers, and coffee stains,” I said.
He opened the door and let me walk out before following me and locking the office behind him. As Kitsune and I walked out of his office, a sense of purpose filled the air. We had a starting point for our investigation, and I was eager to dive into the records department at the town hall. But our plans were momentarily interrupted as a familiar figure stepped into our path.
"Kitsune!" Brody appeared seemingly from nowhere in his bright orange tracksuit.
I exchanged a quick glance with Kitsune, my curiosity piqued by Brody's unexpected appearance. He was a larger-than-life character, his presence commanding attention wherever he went.
"Brody," Kitsune greeted with a nod. "What brings you here?"
Brody's grin was a mix of mischief and camaraderie. “Just thought I'd swing by and see what you two were up to,” he said casually. “Anything interesting happening?"
I could sense there was more to Brody's question than met the eye, but before I could even respond, Sam stepped forward from behind Brody. He had the same mullet, earnest expression, and an uncanny resemblance to Brody himself.
"Hey, guys!" Sam said, his eyes bright with enthusiasm. “Piper, you look exceptional today. The sun has lost its shine compared to you!”
Kitsune and I exchanged glances. I cleared my throat, ignoring my blush.
Brody turned his attention back to Kitsune, his tone curious. “So, Kitsune, I couldn't help but overhear a certain town manager's name mentioned inside,” he said. “Was Dan here about the murder?"
It shouldn’t have surprised me he knew about the murder. In fact, I wouldn’t be surprised if everyone in town knew about it now. The question was, did Brody know who the victim was to George? Did he know anything that might help solve her death?
Kitsune's expression remained neutral, his gaze steady. "Yes, he was."
Brody's eyes lit up with interest, his playful demeanor giving way to a more serious curiosity. “Hmm, interesting.” He rubbed his chin with his finger. “He went to me about it too. If you think it would be easier to solve this together” he jutted his thumb at his chest “you just let me know. Rivalries always take a back seat to murder.”
Kitsune's lips twitched into a wry smile. "I'll keep that in mind, Brody."
"I hope to see you soon, Piper," Sam said with a friendly wave. “Hopefully, outside of the unpleasantness of death.”
"Definitely," I replied, a touch of amusement in my tone.
After they left, Kitsune turned to me. “Dan must be desperate,” he said. “Normally, he’s very careful about getting too emotional. But if he went to Brody and me about this, he wants things solved immediately.” A beat. “I can’t help but wonder if there’s more to this then just tourist season for him to be so concerned.”